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As a boy growing up in rural Iowa
I thought love was curve of neck,
tone of voice, hang of breast,
thick of hair, length of step,
temperature of hand, hue
of skin, size of soul;
I still think so.
Ain't that a sin
to make the body with soul Suffer
in the name of cure treatment.
Are they still believing its love
ain't that the only sin ever laid
to meridian hearts.
Hike up the hill
There a piece of plane land
Rotate the view
Not you not me anymore!
Nothing else other than jungle does exist.
Above the garden
Clouds are forming
Nexts are rain
Then evaporate the odours.
hidden messages on clouds  , let them propagate
Inside this poesy bower,
Do I, I do; await mine
Fresh sprayed flower,
To seest her blossom
Shower's; her honey-
Comb word's, her
Eastern dew. Burgeon-
Closely; abide with me,
Where thou art mine
Muse. Finger's wilt be
etching tool's to create
Master-designs; in the
Cloud's that reside.
Hide and seek, thus
Love we'll find; there
In ourn eyne, where
It's been all along. Do
I, I do; await this time,
Dusk til' dawn.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley ( pookie dedicated)
poesy- poetry..
Bower- form 2- an inner or private chamber, room or bedroom same thing.
Seest- see.
burgeon- come forth.
Abide- dwell.
Thou- you.
Aye- are.
Mine- my.
Wilt-will.
Etch- or etching- a print produced by the process of etching.
"etchings of animals and wildflowers"
synonyms:engraving.
Reside- have one's permanent home in a particular place., Or to be situated.
Ourn- our.
Eyne- eyes.
SKY
The breeze collected dust from earth,
Threw it at the sky,
Stroked it on the sunlight,
So as shooting stars it flies.
The season makes for clear nights.
Focus on the sky this night.
Bright, so bright.
(C) LIVVI
Morning breeze awakens my veins
Rivers of blood flows with a smile
Pumping my heart faster and faster
Fragrance of your love nearing me
Taking me to a world of cupids
Keeping the door of my eyes open
On the way of your arrival
Days and years have passed
Black turned to grey
But awaiting heart is still young
With memories of your innocence
Dominated by an uncontrollable yearning
For a son's enduring affection
Come back to me my son
Before the burial of my eyes
 Sep 2016 Anitha Panicker
Stephan
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